Darling,
Last night I didn’t write to you because my cousin Grover
and I went on a spree. We went into town and saw the local movie. It was only
ten when we got home but everybody was in bed and the house was dark and I was
awful sleepy so I went to bed. I was scared to death he was going to find out
that there was a dance in town and insist upon going because he confided in me
that he just loved to dance. I had a couple of reasons for not wanting to go
into the dance. In the first place, altho’ I like Grover, I’m afraid I know
only too well how he would dance and we being about the same height would make
it worse than ever and the second reason was that when I was in town yesterday
morning I had to stop at the garage to get the car serviced and my friend “Bud”
asked me if I were going to the dance. If I had been there he might have asked
me to dance and then what would I have done. I don’t see how I could have
gotten out of it and I certainly wouldn’t want to dance with him. I’m going to
save up all my dancing for you when you get down here and make you suffer. This
morning Grover and I went for a boat ride on the lake. We went across to
Silunies and back. Pop wouldn’t let June or I see if we could man the boat but
he let Grover. We made it go so I know how now and I’m going to make him let me
take it out. So that when you come down we can go out on the lake together when
the moon is full! It’s heavenly.
Sweetheart, I hate to have you so blue and lonesome but it
thrills me to the depth of my being to know that I mean so much to you. I
couldn’t live without you, dear and it’s so comforting to be loved so much.
Lover, don’t say six or eight years after you get out of law school because we
can’t stand to be separated that long. And besides you know darling that I
would much rather starve with you than have to be separated. Have you forgotten
all your talk about early marriages? I have a lot in me, dear, and I could
certainly stand it. That denial wouldn’t be in it with the denial of living
without you, dear, can’t you understand?
My mother and father are going into the city this afternoon
and stay until about Thursday and I will be at the helm in this house. Maybe my
father is going to be in the liquor business as soon as prohibition is over.
Isn’t he a sinner? He is going in to find out about it. Would you still love me
if I changed my role to a bar keeper’s daughter?
Darling, I love you and don’t be blue! I will write tonight
again.
All my best love,
Annie
Sunday Night
George dearest,
It is certainly a good thing that you didn’t see me today. I
was in an awful humor, everything went wrong! It started early this morning. I
was getting breakfast and I was just in the middle of it when Pop came steaming
up and said Mr. Cresep had to have his breakfast in three minutes because he
was leaving early with some people. I was fixing up a spiffy breakfast with
pancakes and bacon but he couldn’t wait for that because the griddle wasn’t
even hot yet. Pop said “make him some toast”. I wasn’t making toast because of
the pancakes so the oven wasn’t even on much less hot. Well, we stewed around
and got something ready for him. While I was trying to get something done
Sleepy, Pop, Grover, Mom and Eleanor were messing around in the kitchen and all
offering advice and needless to say I got pretty boiled up. I think I would
have exploded if someone had pricked me. I think that old adage of “too many
cooks spoil the broth” was never so well illustrated as it was today. More than
once this noon I was planning a surprise on the family. I was going to cook a
Filipino dish that we all like very much. I had told Mom what it was. In the
morning after the breakfast stew and I had cooled down, Grover and I went out
on the lake in the “putt putt”. I got back in plenty of time to get dinner. I
was back at eleven o’clock and we weren’t planning to eat until about twelve
thirty or one it being Sunday. But Mom tho’t she would help me and so she
started the meal. She didn’t even look at the recipe I had but just went at it
as she remembered what it was like when it was served and she did it all wrong.
In fact it was so wrong that we couldn’t have that dish at all and I had to
change the whole menu at the last moment. So of course dinner was late after so
much time lost. Everybody was stewing around the kitchen trying to help it
along. The disappointment of not being able to have what I had planned as a
surprise was bad enough but to have all the fuss besides. O, it was awful. When
I got thru with that meal I could have easily chewed somebody’s head off.
Mom and Pop left after dinner and they won’t be back until
about Thursday noon. Grover’s getting on my nerves. He seems to think its up to
me to keep him amused. I can’t have the evenings to myself anymore. He doesn’t
like to read and it’s kind of hard to sit and read when he is sitting across
the room twiddling his thumbs. Tonight I had to teach him to play Russian Bank
in the way of doing something. This afternoon he turned on the portable and
insisted that I dance with him. It was just as I feared but I think I stumbled
around enough to convince him that I don’t like to dance.
Lover, I am so sorry this letter is so full of complaints
but this has been a trying day for me. I wish I had your shoulder to rest by
head on. I need you, darling and I’ll love you forever and ever.
Good night sweet heart
Annie
P.S. I did have peace and quiet this afternoon long enough
to make an apple pie that was pretty good.
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